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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Magma,
Rakim,
The Move,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.