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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.