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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.