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 Malta 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.