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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.