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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.