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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.