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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
cv313,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.