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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.