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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.