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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.