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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Magma,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.