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 Syria 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.