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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.