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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.