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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
MC5,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.