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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.