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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Nico,
Sparks,
X-102,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
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.