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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.