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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.