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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.