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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.