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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.