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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.