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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.