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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.