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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.