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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.