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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.