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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Swans,
JFA,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.