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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Index,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.