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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Marmalade,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Franke,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.