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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Sound to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.