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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.