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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.