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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Hoover,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.