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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.