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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.