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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.