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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
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.