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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.