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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.