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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Ludus,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.