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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit 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 Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.