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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Victims,
Scion,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.