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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Wings,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.