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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.