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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.