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 Ghana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.