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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.