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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.