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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! 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?
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.