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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.