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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the dance 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.