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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.