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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.