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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.