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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.