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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.