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 Papua New Guinea 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.