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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.