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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 DNA to the electroclash 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.