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 Madagascar 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
The Cure,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.