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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.