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 Angola 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.