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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.