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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.