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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Skaos,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.