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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.