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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.