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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.