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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.