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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.