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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
UT,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.