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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.