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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.