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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.