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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.