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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.