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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.