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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.