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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.