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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Skaos,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.