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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.