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 Iran and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.