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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Fear,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.