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 Serbia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.