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 Brazil and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.