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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shadows of Knight 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.