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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
This Heat,
New Order,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.