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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Ituana,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.