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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.