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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.