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 Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.