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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.