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 Oman 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Ituana to the rap 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.