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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.