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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
DNA,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.