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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.