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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.