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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.