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 Egypt 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
ABBA,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.