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 Cape Verde 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Can,
MC5,
Kayak,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.