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 Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.