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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Magma,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.