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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.