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 Portugal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.