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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Pole,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.