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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Smog,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.