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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
X-101,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.