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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.