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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.