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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.