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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Chrome,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.