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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.