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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.