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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.