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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.