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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.