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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.