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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
UT,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.