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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.