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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.