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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.