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 States and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.