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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Oneida,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.