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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.