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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.