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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.