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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.