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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.