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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.