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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.