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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.