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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Inner City,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.