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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.