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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.