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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Wake,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.