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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.