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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.