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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.