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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.