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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
UT,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.