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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.