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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.