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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.