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 Monaco 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Ituana,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.