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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.