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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Fear,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.