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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.