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 Tanzania 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.