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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.