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 Rwanda 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.