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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.