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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.