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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Wings,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.