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 Brazil and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Nas,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.