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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.