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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.