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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.