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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.