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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.