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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.