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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Can,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.