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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Index,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.