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 Tonga and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Index,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.