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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.