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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.