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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.