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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.