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 Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.