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 Colombia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s 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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
UT,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.