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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Swans,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.