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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Nico,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.