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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.