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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.