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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
the Slits,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.