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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.