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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.