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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Japan,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Technova,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.