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 Finland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.