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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.