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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Moleskins,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.