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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.