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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Wings,
New Order,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.