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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.