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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.