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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 Houston.
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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Move,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
X-101,
Unwound,
Television,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.