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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.