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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.