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 Uganda 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.