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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.