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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Index,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.