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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.