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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.