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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.