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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
The Slits,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.