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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Visage,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.