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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.