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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté 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 electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.