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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Crime,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.