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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.