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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.