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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 808 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.