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 Mali 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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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.