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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.