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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.