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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 LL Cool J 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Rakim,
Pylon,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.