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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.