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 Norway 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.