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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.