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 Austria 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.