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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.