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 Solomon Islands 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Nas,
the Association,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.