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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis 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 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Roxette,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.