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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.