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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.