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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
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.