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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.