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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Q65,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.