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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.