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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.