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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.