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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.