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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.