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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.