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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.