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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.