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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.