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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Cure,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.