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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.