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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.