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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.