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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the techno 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.