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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.