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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.