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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.