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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.