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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.