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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.