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 India and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.