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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.