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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.