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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Organ,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.