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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.