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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Brick,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.