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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.