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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.