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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.