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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.