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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.