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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.