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 Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.