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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.