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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.