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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Symarip,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.