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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Maurizio,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.