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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 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?
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.