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 Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.