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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.