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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moody Blues to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.