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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.