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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
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