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 Australia and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.