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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.