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 Bangladesh 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
cv313,
Ossler,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.