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 Yemen and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.