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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.