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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.