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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.