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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.