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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.