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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.