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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.