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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
cv313,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.