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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.