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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.