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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
EPMD,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.