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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.