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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.