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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.