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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.