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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Magma,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.