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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.