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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.