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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.