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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.