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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.