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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.