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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.