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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.