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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.