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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.