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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.