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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Skarface,
The Fall,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.