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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.