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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.