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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.