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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.