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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.