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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.