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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ronan,
Wings,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.