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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.