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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.