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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
MC5,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.