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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.