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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.