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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Wings,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.