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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.