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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.