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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.