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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.