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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.