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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.