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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.