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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.