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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.