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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.