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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.