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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.