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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.