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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.