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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.