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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.