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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.