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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.