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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Index,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.