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 Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.