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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.