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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Scion,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.