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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
MDC,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.