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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.