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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
The Victims,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.