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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.