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 China and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.