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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Organ,
ABC,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.