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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.