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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.