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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.