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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Slave,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
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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.