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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.