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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Mars,
The Human League,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.