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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
AZ,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.