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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Gong,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.