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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.