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 Syria 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.