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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.