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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.