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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.