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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.