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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.