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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.