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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.