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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.