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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.