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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.