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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.