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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.