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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Wire,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.