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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.