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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.