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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.