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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.