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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.