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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.