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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.