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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.