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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.