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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.