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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.