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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.