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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.