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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.