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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.