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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Oneida,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.