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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.