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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.