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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.