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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.