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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Magma,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.