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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Japan,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.