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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.