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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.