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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.