Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.