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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.