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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.