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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.