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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.