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 Bulgaria 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.