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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ken Boothe 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.