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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.