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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.