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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.