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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.