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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.