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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
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 Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.