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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.