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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.