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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.