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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.