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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.