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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.