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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.