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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.