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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Index,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.