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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Pagans,
Brick,
Little Man,
PIL,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Associates,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
New Order,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.