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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.