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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.