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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bronski Beat to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.