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 Congo and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
New Order,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.