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 Lesotho 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.