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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.