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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.