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 Thailand 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.