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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.