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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.