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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.