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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Gong,
the Association,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.