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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.