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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.