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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.