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 Algeria 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.