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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
ABC,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.