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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.