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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.