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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.