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 Denmark 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.