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 Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.