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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.