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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Fear,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.