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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.