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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.