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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.