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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.