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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.