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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.