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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal 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 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
DNA,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.