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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.