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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.