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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.