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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.