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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.