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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.