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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.