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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Darondo,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.