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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.