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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Faust,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.