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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
MDC,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.