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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.