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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.