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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.