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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.