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 Italy 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.