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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.