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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.