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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.