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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.