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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.