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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.