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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.