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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.