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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.