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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Oneida,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
MC5,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.