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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.