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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.