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 Guyana and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.