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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.