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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.