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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.