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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Suicide,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.