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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.