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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
the Association,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Can,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.