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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.