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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
PIL,
the Human League,
UT,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.