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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.