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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
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.