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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.