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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.