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 Russia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
The Motions,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Can,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.