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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.