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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
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.