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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Index,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.