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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the rap 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.