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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Roxette,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Can,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.