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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.