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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.