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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.