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 Angola 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Swans,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.