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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.