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 Sweden and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.