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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.