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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.