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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.