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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.