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 Haiti 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.