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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.