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 Angola and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Japan,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.