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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.