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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.