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 Macedonia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Smog,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.