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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dead C to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Swans,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.