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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.