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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.