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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.