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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.