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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.