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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
AZ,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.