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 Honduras and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Skarface,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.