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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Wire,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.