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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.