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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.